Her eyes bulged wide open from the force of Trevor’s thrust. You’re doing’ good,” Trevor told Leslie, looking down at her head while it went back and forth over his monster cock. Becky raised the bottle to her lips and closed her eyes. ‘Oh, err, nothing, thanks,’ Becky replied. ‘He said, fucking drink the fucking beer bitch,’ the man from before snarled as he grabbed Leslie by the hair and pulled her head back. Becky watched from across the room as the man quickly unzipped his fly and pulled his penis from his pants. Now that he had spent himself in her mouth, Trevor slowly slid his deflating cock from her mouth, a thin string of semen connecting the tip of his cock to her lips. Both girls were looking around them, trying to physically make themselves smaller. The bars attention now turned to Becky, who sat sobbing.
